When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard
Bloom’d
Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky
in the night,
I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning
spring.
O Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you
bring,
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the
west,
And thought of him I love….